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fucking cause panic
Fuck all that shit I like it when its classic
Swerving in lanes, I'm avoiding all traffic
Peterman gang I hit them niggas up
Tell em

Call it manifestation you know I got the vision, took a hit of couple blunts now I got the wisdom
I used to drive my brothers honda the way to store.

a crip 
I need the drip
Tryna feed my family 
I think I’m finna sink 
I don't want to be anywhere
Don't want to be alone
Without you here by my side
Imma

you thought though
My enemies deceased
Die like a bitch when my album hit the streets; niggas can't see me!

Niggas can't see me
They can't see me
Which

wasted and call up my ex (she's ugly)
Nah
All the options are wrecked (totally)
I better hit the studio
And record something in fact
I'm dropping the album

a fifth,
In one shift,
A whole lotta spit,
A few albums worth,
Go into building her purse,
Cause she don’t wanna work,
Tongue tie nxggas and make ya squirm,

that I
Was mistaken for someone that bought my rhymes
But that’s all just lies
Being compromised
And thought up by
These fucking flies

But damn, you

Bangathemenace, I pull up no drive through. Don’t be surprised when I fly right by you. I’m in that powder blue, Amazon prime crew. The fit is Karl

gay
And I guess I like it that way
I hit my friends for a feature
They ask me for a theme or
Something that can make it easier to write
I tell em "I

rocket no stopping me, 
I was in New Orleans I hit the block with ease, 
Sipping amaretto sour on the bourbon streets, 
Talking bout who that there that be

for the top that’s the spot I’m aiming to fill when stressing over these Bills hit marella just to chill

But I just call her Millie used to reside in

Verse


They don’t know 
The rules

Bad bitches lit 
Be by
The pool

Now they up 
In the room

Smoking gas

Hiding 
The fume
Wit perfume 

I need yo

bitches, roll up, swishers 
Cause we thought you in the business 
Don’t even get by with the vision,
Sat down mike and we talkin specifics 

Gone, but I’m in

Johnny Blaze

Produced by Bvtman

Intro 

The grim reaper
Quick to give you all the jeepers creepers
This is special so adjust your speakers
If you

Who God Bless

Chorus
Lord please speak to me. Bring back my mind where it needs to be.
Feels like my life already hit a peak, but I know that’s all

the greatest rhymes
Learn a thing or two from pioneers ahead of all the times
Working on an album, Jay produced, let me speak the truth
Ready or not, here we

album mode,
  Sip this shit its not whiskey, this be jus pepsi, zip yuh lip prissy bitch, yuh too tipsy, just don’t let trip see, typically this’ll lead’

and get applauded by the artists you adore
And I still, get on and murk ‘em
Drop a verse they can’t rehearse
Ain’t no disturbance when I’m working
Hit

Track: “Blasphemy (feat. Bue) [prod. Jaysea & Bri Crisp]”
Artist: The Sargent & Bri Crisp (as Young Associates)
Album: “Summer Solcrisp: Vol. 2”

Imagine your whole family 
Never hit you up 
Cause they think that you working, 
I mean I am 
But it’s all for you,
I think that it’s worth it,

view of my obstacles in my opticals
Breaking down the game like a molecule 
With this album no flopping failing ain’t optional 
Ten toes down to move

just what to say 
It’s just proof that true love’s insane

You’re gonna spend your whole life tryin’ to feel that way again
And it hits ya like a fist

to make up so you purchased my album
Fuck how I feel cause you wanted this outcome

Spill all your feelings that shit hit the floor
Cry all your tears I

back over that kitchen sink
Hit the sack when appendage shrink
Rolling packs only built for that Cuban link
Hearing this next punchline from us might